I’m the feather upon your hand,
With gentle blow, let me fly,
So I may drift to happier land.
I’m the tear running from your eye,
Blink just once, & let me flow,
To where the sea embraces the sky.
I’m the whisper of secrets broken,
Say me loud, & let me go,
Upon the tongues of poetry spoken
© Copyright, Sue Lobo 2015
Response to our Inspiration Call on October 18, 2015
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